City Of Killers Songtext / Lyric

Trying to feel my inside soul, cause a angel told
me its cold
But ain't no way I can fold, with a pair unless
this damn swoll
Cause where a nigga was raised, don't nobody play
games
Its like your life is the sweets, and reality's
the flame
So why the fuck you trying to torture, with that
dip in the middle
Its like I'm swallowing mighty bites, while you
be nibbling on skittles
Cause this city we in, it ain't no such thing as
friends
And once it comes down to paper, you down to bump
off your kin
You think I'm lying, what thoughts be in my head
as I walk around
So now you know when you see me, why my face is
quick to chalk a frown
Cause I don't trust nobody, no not a god damn
song
So now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep
level of cold
Thinking why niggas let me broke in this city of
Houston
But ain't no stopping bam, I'ma keep my ego to
boosting
Cause I got a bunch of fans that love me, and
bitches that jock
I got killas in my click, and I keep thugs on my
block

[Chorus 1 - 2x]
I'm just letting you know don't test me, I'm with
the chrome
I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your
average nigga
From that Mo, lookin out the house with a bed
with a bullet in the way
That hit your spine, and now you crying, cause
you realize
That your dick can't even get hard

[Trae]
Who the hell could it be, peeping on me
T to the R to the motherfucking A-E
Killas that like me trucks with a bust, better
duck
Who the fuck running up, so nigga what, 'fore I
leave my star full of that heat
Gotta watch my back, 'fore I be alone that shit
is gon fall, and the while
Back me up, to the sides shaky grin, gotta know
get enough for them
That T to the E to the E to the A
Its going down south, what you wanna do
Bitch throwing my set every, to your chest with a
mess
Now stop you drop, like sweat it out my face
What killas want right behind me, (I think you
lying), so try me
These head about niggas don't play
Cut in all my killas, till the day I'm dead and
deceased
It'll be, these niggas out Houston won't ever
fade
What I'm all about, hoping with open kicking eyes
open, peeping
I gotta be scopeing, better keep wishing, G's on
these streets be low
Till the point of my life I can't go, got hatred
not cause a hoe
K-I double L-A-K-L-N to the B to the A to the M,
gotta represent
Never know with a lifestyle, with a five dolla
with a mile
Gotta get my life be twisting thoughts, a thought
in the vault
You can't forget, and you feel the anger, with
one in the chamber
Grill in the back, but its your, me task and the
regular
My K, fives don't give a damn to hustle so
Can't change on my feet to the dip, trying to
stop
Till the playa get a hit, to the drink to the
brain, get me crunk
Get a boost, can't tougher shit, city of killas
and it get loose

[Chorus 2]

Fuck around and pull out my ak, and bust yo ass
in the head
I'm trying to leave you dead, with an infrared
I never be giving a fuck aboooout, you
It got me going me crazy, got a nigga going crazy
Got me going crazy, crazy

[Verse 3]
Test the all mighty devil, specialized in the
methods of torture
So stepping without a weapon's not a good idea,
just thought I'd warn you
I'm not your average nigga, I'ma guerilla, just
look at the frown on face
Running with the pack, ready to attack
Fucked up and get your whole crew erased
If you think I'm playing come test me
Better catch me slipping, to get the best of me
Deadly when me toss to the K to you
Focused and keep my aim steady, cause its serious
And I run with killas, dealas and guerillas
coming to get you
Better make a move fast when I blast
With no feelings, with a firm grip on my trigga
Open fire with no hesitation, infiltrating, start
eliminating
Your troops execution style, leaving em face down
on the pavement
A career with them here, look em up and let's see
who's the boss
Watch it get raw, coming home with three hitter
quitters
That'll beat you up from the back gone, making
niggas mine
Representing Guerilla Maab to the fullest, let me
pull it
To the made a mistake, and try to give me a break
And didn't use it when you pull it, in the city
of killas
Only the tough and the strong and those who have
hearts survive
Guerilla Maab's on the rise, nigga

[Chorus 1 - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Got my glock 44, and I think to myself
A murdering I'm gon grow
But I got the fever, for the favor of a big
pocket
And a blue white, come with the look so sneaky
I weigh in at 175 pounds, ?then I'm gone in a few
minutes?
Around when I come around in red Chucks
But a nigga can't even see me or hear me, fear me
When I'm in a zone of depression, gotta get a
crib
Gotta get a Lac, but I can't get a job
But I really gotta get a weapon, then I be
stepping
Really be stepping, and a motherfucker tell me
Start motivation draining, really run up the fat
And your shit'll get up out your purse
Everything I see I'm claiming as mine
With a motherfucking nine, you don't give and
dump
Nigga we got good skills, and running endo in
You don't wanna meet that E really beat your feet
Cause I don't hesitate, to pull a tre-8 to the
chest plate
Then I wanna rake to scrape the plate, with a
mouth full of diamonds
And the fifth wheel, be steady reclining
Cause I got ends on a All Star Lex at first
Throwing bows like boulder blocks, elbows shining
Jaws don't give it up, what it takes don't never
retire
Gotta get the glock, cause I gotta make my money
By robbing and stealing, drug dealing, try to
make a million
And plus thinking bout feddy, and ?ruin my titty?
In the city of killers

[Chorus 1 - 2x]

[Chorus 2]